"Clark Street Bridge" by Carl Sandburg

Doing some research for a new, big project, I have recently enjoyed the pleasure of reading some of Carl Sandburg's poetry about Chicago. Despite our temporally different views of the city, we both agree - there's no finer city on Earth.

Here's a reprint of his poem, "Clark Street Bridge." It's short and sweet and a little bit sad. It is, in short, just lovely.

Enjoy.

CLARK STREET BRIDGE

DUST of the feet
And dust of the wheels,
Wagons and people going,
All day feet and wheels.

Now. . .
. . Only stars and mist
A lonely policeman,
Two cabaret dancers,
Stars and mist again,
No more feet or wheels,
No more dust and wagons.

Voices of dollars
And drops of blood
. . . . .
Voices of broken hearts,
. . Voices singing, singing,
. . Silver voices, singing,
Softer than the stars,
Softer than the mist.